Poetry
Mustn’t Grumble
Mustn't Grumble We mustn’t grumble We have wireless and cable And there’s food in the shops. Beyoncé had a birthday and…
Wordsworth on the Rail Trail
There's a drainage ditch runs alongside the rail trail where we often take our morning stroll. It runs with water…
The Street of the Fruit Stalls
Amazing how hard it sometimes can be to find things on the intertubes. There was a poem I remembered from…
The Pains of Parting and a Father Says Farewell
Two quite different wartime farewells at Charing Cross Station: The first is from Vera Brittain on the eve of 1915:…
Stroll, Soodle or Stroam
Soodle - it means means to walk in a slow or leisurely manner; to stroll, saunter. With so many alternatives…
New York City Through the Window: Poetry
In 1975 the poet Allen Ginsberg was in hospital. At a later poetry reading he explained the causes in an…
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
It's graduation season and across the land schools are saying goodbye to students and students are moving along and into…
Who was May Herschel Clarke?
It started with a tweet from yesterday morning: So off to google where I found the same inaccurate one-line biography…
The BWIR, Mutiny and the Men of Taranto: No Parades
Update: 15 October 2020 I've heard from Lyn who is the Project Lead for ‘Away from the Western Front’. ‘No…